Swirling Dust
By Jessi Maw
Everything is death and drought and pain and tears
Home is gone and sorrows abound
As we hide from death in a barren plane
Hidden in the swirling dust
Screams of the living compounded upon
By the moans of the dead
Their blood coloring the air
A macabre Childs painting
As explosions predict mass graves
And whistles foretell death
Silence is all you’ll ever hear
Amidst the swirling dust
Survival is no longer a game
Played in happy peaceful times past
Where one could come back from
Bullets and bombs and ripping shrapnel
They say we cannot go home
We still need to fight
They hide from you the truth
Of what is in the swirling dust.
By Jessi Maw
Everything is death and drought and pain and tears
Home is gone and sorrows abound
As we hide from death in a barren plane
Hidden in the swirling dust
Screams of the living compounded upon
By the moans of the dead
Their blood coloring the air
A macabre Childs painting
As explosions predict mass graves
And whistles foretell death
Silence is all you’ll ever hear
Amidst the swirling dust
Survival is no longer a game
Played in happy peaceful times past
Where one could come back from
Bullets and bombs and ripping shrapnel
They say we cannot go home
We still need to fight
They hide from you the truth
Of what is in the swirling dust.